Siting, at my desk,
It's past 3, I can't sleep.
Ev'ry time I do,
I dream, dream of you.
'She beckons me forward,
Along the beach.
We fall to the sand,
Laughing hand in hand.'
I wake up, crying,
Knowing it wasn't real.
It never could be,
Never You and Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good God man, depressing. I love it.